“No, it was good, really good! We both came harder than we ever have before.”“He wasn’t mad, then?”“No, just disappointed. He wanted me to...stay really bad.”My biggest burning question was, “What now? Are you coming home now, then?”Her answer surprised me, “I can’t yet. I need to be here until at least a week from Friday, possibly a little longer.” Then, a very quiet, “I’m sorry.”That answer didn’t please me! I didn’t understand why she couldn’t come home now. I asked her, “Why?”“Sweetheart, you. Sometimes, but not very often, he would treat me like a daughter. Oh, I didn’t mind, I quite liked it because I’d never known a father. I’m sure that must have been some of his appeal. So, feeling like this about him wasn’t a surprise, it was how I felt about Gianna. When we first arrived at the villa and up until Mike arrived, we were two women getting to know each other. Not fencing around or anything like that, we liked each other at first really, just finding out likes and dislikes. Then I. Hard," Kayla demanded as she turned around, raising herround toned ass high in the air, her body language submissive andwilling. Charles reached under her blouse and cupped her breast in onehand as he worked his dick into her with his other. His hand was notsmall, but it didn't come close to cover the large, firm mound it nowgripped.Breathing raggedly, desperately, he shoved his dick past the resistingtight walls, deep into her ass. Kayla moaned loudly in pleasurableconcert. "That's it Charles,. I would have considered the latter ruined beyond use as well, but apparently Victor had other idea. Too tired and numb to resist, I didn’t question it. There didn’t seem any point. We made it to the bottom of the pile, the part I’d been hoping had been forgotten by whoever had gone into my room and collected my things (and they were my things, whatever Victor said about the matter). The stuff from the bottom of the drawers, the back of my closet. Things I’d bought or acquired over the years,.